Four dollar lattes

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A/N - A cannon story, so none of the baby Avery stuff is happening.
Lets just forget that is happening :D

April got up early, she looked at her husband and smiled at his sleeping figure. They had the day off and she had a surprise for him.

She slowly stood up and walked to the hall closet. She pulled out a big box and walked to the kitchen. She placed the box on the counter. April examined the box, she grabbed a knife and slit the tape. She opened the flaps and pulled out the big machine. She placed it on the counter and smiled.

"Jackson wake up," April whispered in her husbands ear. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at his wife.

"Hello there," he said and kissed her. She smiled against his lips and grabbed his hand.

"You have to come with me," she exclaimed pulling him out her side of the bed. He slid out and landed on his feet, he yawned as his wife pulled him down the hall.

They stepped in the kitchen and stopped infront of a sheet covered appliance. April smiled and nodded, she took the sheet off and opened her jaw.

"Look what your wife got you!" She exclaimed laughing, "A milk frothy thing!"

Jackson laughed and pulled her in close, "you got me an expresso machine."

"Oh that's what it's called?" April smiled. "Oh but I gotta teach you to use it! Be a good boy and get me the milk."

He chuckled, turned around and grabbed the milk from the fridge. By the time he turned back around he saw his wife's articles of clothing were sprawled on the tile flooring, she was wearing just her swimsuit.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Well," she looked down at the swimsuit, "you asked if I could do it in this swimsuit." She gave him her best 'isn't it obvious' face.

He placed the milk on the island and stepped closer to his wife, "well I have better idea of what we can do."

She giggled and Jackson swopped her in his arms. He kissed her gently and April began to squeal. "Not until I teach you to make your own coffee."

He carried her to the bedroom, "I'll google it."

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